Take it off, sho nough kid Take it off We gon take it from the east to the west To the north to the south Show yall what its about Dont make me throw no gun in your mouth You know? How long is your cream? this long? Eh yo, his belt got karats in it Swift deion, e-320 nigga pitchin Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing Its like, he pump isolated, still cashin in cream Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze em, he actin like shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son aint live as him He like maguyver, chin 4 spies with him Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish Shash the list, give his miss dick Technique, operation tech scream Bet cream, them alligators jet like a vet swing Nigga like nicolas cage with the gauge in your braids 2 cannons thatll spray, rockin banana suede Suck this drunk alcohol dick **** yall niggas with hits We bout to shit on yall shit Yall brothas wanna call us out? Name names, otherwise itd be the best to shut the **** up Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up Youre scared and froze of bein exposed I own harlem, I bone harlem, call me the mayor Its my borough, you dont want no problems Im on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I ride the top, you glide the bottom Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls Shit yall, leave flat line to stick yours We flip off basic and brace it 8 kills, 47 ways to taste it Never understand what you never been told You did your book bitin off of my scrolls We hit man, colombo, coats and hats to match Bust off quick, and then, guns go back I move like arthur ash against god 4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice Every cyphers a heated discussion The industry was like a beat that needed precussion I brun the music, shit that make crews flip State that Im the illest, this is q.u. shit I used to heat-hole, now Im takin over like the repo Bitches that roll, cee-lo thatll sniff a kilo We went from franks and greens to shanks and beans Now we drive our navigators to banks in queens Yall cant **** around, your words aint right Every time I touch the mic, they say perb aint right But thats the truth though, doh, infact thats it When they drop this shit, Im gon cop that shit The new star, you want me? Im at the juice bar Yall once hap niggas, give me 2 stars I heard what yall rappin about, but bring your stash out You shouldnt throw rocks if you livin in glass house Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though Where these cats come from, speakin about po He got cash to cop and Im crashin {car crashing} But half of yall cats just catchin up to rae last year Got guns in the jungle, call em jurassic The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic While yall niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars Gettin head from rock stars We blowin everything apart, Im smashin the charts How I see it? （yo, how you see it? ） raekwon Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up? Yo, I wanna be a leader Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us Say somethin always, got a future? stay out the hallways And get yourself right, a 100 more ways Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out Shut your block down, get out, criminal route Gangsta shit, cant talk now, gun in your mouth Cream team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla Scratch, greenback track, feds berserk Thats my word, disrespect recca, get what you deserve Inferno, melt down mics, millionaire in my afterlife Broke bread with christ on the last night Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip Specialist, 40-karat sicillian necklace Matching bracelet, cream team crisp the basic